Page 86 of Becoming

“I thought…” Cass sighed. No use in thinking Rebecca would do anything she didn’t want to do. Grudgingly, she handed over the brick.

I know who you are, Mistress.

Rebecca frowned, jumping when Cass yelled out the window.

“Rand! Show your goddamn face, you coward! You think you can do this to my girlfriend and get away with it?!”

“Cassidy.” Rebecca laid a calming hand on Cassidy’s arm. She felt it quiver with fury. She didn’t like it. “Please.”

Cass turned towards Rebecca and her anger immediately faded. “I swear I didn’t tell her anything.”

“I know.” She ran a soothing hand down Cassidy’s stomach. “Unpredictable,” Rebecca muttered.

“Huh?”

“You said Miranda was acting delusional. When Samantha’s delusions started, she became unpredictable.”

Cass let that sink in. Did she really believe that the girl she grew up with could become someone like Samantha? Looking around her at the mess she knew Rand created, she could believe. She picked Rebecca up and made her way out of the glass.

“Where’s your phone?” Rebecca pointed to the end table next to the couch. Setting Rebecca down on a safe part of the floor that was not littered with debris, she picked up the phone and dialed. “Yeah, I’d like to report vandalism. Someone threw a brick through our home’s window.” She rattled off the address, answered a few questions, and hung up.

Rebecca reached for Cassidy’s hand and pulled her down next to her. “Are you okay?”

Cass shook her head. “I’m sorry about this.”

“You have told me from the very beginning that everything that Samantha did to me was not my fault. Was that bullshit?”

“No!”

“Then blame the person doing this, Cassidy. Not yourself. You taught me that.”

Cass leaned back and pulled Rebecca into her arms. “What will you do if she exposes you?”

Rebecca shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, Cassidy. I hid who I was back then because I thought I had something to be ashamed of. Anonymity helped me hide from myself.” She looked up into Cassidy’s eyes. “I have nothing to hide from anymore.”

CASS ZIPPED HER jeans up just in time to answer the door. That was quick, she thought when she saw the strobe of the lights from the cop cars through the front window. Not even ten minutes had gone by since she called 911 and here they were. Thankfully, Rebecca had been level-headed enough to suggest that they put clothes on while they waited.

“You guys are quick.” Cass scanned the badge the officer held up. “Come on in.”

“Thank you.” He took a step inside, eyes alert. “My guys are checking the perimeter while I take your statement. I’m…”

“Detective Chi?”

Cass felt a stab of jealousy when the cop’s face lit up with a huge smile.

“It’s, uh, lieutenant now,” the cop responded with a boyish grin.

Cass scrutinized the older Asian man with a critical eye. How did he know Rebecca? Was he a client? Did cops do that kind of thing? She almost snorted with laughter. Of course, they did. They’re human. There probably wasn’t a human alive that wouldn’t pay for a chance to be with Rebecca Cuinn. And, since she didn’t like that line of thought, she tuned back into the conversation.

“Wow. Impressive.” Rebecca gave the man a hug much to Cass’s displeasure. “I’m happy for you. This is my girlfriend Cassidy.”

“Cass,” Cass responded automatically, shaking the guy’s proffered hand.

“Cassidy, this is Lieutenant Lou Chi. He helped me that night.”

It dawned on Cass then that she was being ridiculously jealous of the man who quite possibly saved Rebecca’s life.

“Hi, um, it’s nice to meet you.” You’re such an idiot, Cass scolded herself silently.

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